Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be rich, British, and a hell of a lot older.

A/N: Enjoy it! I know it's kind of long overdue, but school and looking for a job and all that jazz. It's here now though. So…yeah.

AUGUST 7th

1:37 am
Bedroom

Holy Shite! HE is definitely being an arse. That git. That bloody twit.

1:46 am
Kitchen

I need supplements. I haven't properly had a meal in a couple of days. Before HE arrived it was out of nerves and after HE arrived it was out of shear panic. I'd sit down across from him and scarf down anything in front of me. It's quite frightening actually.

Oh, and the wedding is today.

Merlin, kill me now.

2:04 am
Same bloody place…

I must compliment you on your hiding skills. You did a fine job, you little bugger. But now I must re-hash everything. Because in a year's time when I glance back at my bloody useless summer, I want to be able to remember all the sodding suffering that took place.

He arrived in all of his heroic glory with Hermione and my git of a brother. They just popped right in and made the rounds. I thought Mum was going to piddle with excitement. I just kind of waved, grunted, and then made a beeline for the stairs where I preceded to fly up them. Well, not literally but you get my bloody point. I then locked myself in the loo.

For four hours.

I think everyone had a nice laugh about it when I finally came down. I'm glad I can be the comic relief in times of my own turmoil.

4:41 am
Loo…hiding

Well….this seems to be my favorite hang out. There are so many people in this bloody house it's not even funny. I'm sharing my room with Hermione, my mum, and Gabrielle, Fleur's haughty younger mini-me. My mum is staying in my room because her and my dad had to give up their bed to Auntie Muriel and her "friend". Dad's bunking with He, Ron , Fred, and George. It's like a mad circus around here. Relatives are coming out of the woodworks. Quite literally.

My Uncle Alastor flew right threw the kitchen wall when he lost control of his new broomstick.

I had quite a laugh.

4:58 am
Still in the loo….still hiding…

Right. I'm off track. He. Yesterday was quite interesting in that scary life-altering way. He wanted to talk with me. I nearly wet meself. He was all talkity-talk-talk and I was all flutterly-flutter-flutter, that we were a massive talkity-flutterly-falk.

Yes. I did just write that. It sounded tons better in my tiny head.

Right.

So He's talking and talking and rumbling on about rubbish and the only civil thing I can think of, is how smashing his bum looks in his trousers.

I really need to be sent away.

11:39 am
My room….empty….excellent

Finally. Some momentary silence. Everyone is too busy running about doing mad things.

For instance, Dad put his socks in the freezer. It was slightly frightening in a creepy sort of way. Like dad was going mad. That or his was already pissed. I tell you, with the amount of liquor we have, we could all be swimming in it.

Which if you think about it, sounds like a right old time!

12:03 pm
Attic…only sane place left…

Well, I've been shunned out of my room by mum, who said it was the least crowded room in the entire house. I highly doubt that. The attic was deserted after I had trudged up here. And He keeps looking at me, whenever he comes out of his secret lair of secrets. In a creepy, "I'm looking at you" kind of way. He, Ron and Hermione have been holed up in Ron's room talking like all day. I know for a fact, because I went up to have a bit of an eavesdrop on them. They had silenced the door of course. Gits.

I've got to go and put my dress on now. Say a prayer for me, my dear book.

12:37 pm
Loo…panicking

Bloody Hell! Oh Merlin! Oh, sweet, sweet Merlin!

It looks like a giant ball of gold fluff exploded all over me. I'm a ball of exploding fluff.

Smashing.

I don't know if I can squeeze through the door. Hmmm.

1:09 pm
Room….exhausted

Yelling for help can really take it out of a girl. I yelled for like a billion years, and then someone finally came round to see what all the fuss was about. HE! He saw me in my God-awful exploding fluff ball. In all it's fluffy gold glory.

He had a good laugh, before he sobered up and pulled me from between the door.

It was all sooo traumatic.

Then He just kind of stared at me. In a thinking kind of way. Which made me think. Then I started staring off into space and by the time I recouped, I was standing by myself in the middle of the hallway.

Alone. Unless you count the gold fluff that encompassed half of the hallway and a large portion of the stairway.

The wedding starts in less than an hour. I can't believe I have to be a bridesmaid.

I can't believe Fleur picked out this dress.

Or that it's gold.

And fluffy.

1:39 pm
Attic….hiding you….again…

I know. Bad diary keeper. But you my dodgy little mate, you need to stay out of the bloody way. Hermione was being awfully suspicious when she like jumped through my bedroom door. Good thing you were already hidden in my giant gold fluffy puff.

So I nipped up here in the knicker's of time and now I'm hiding you again.

I might be too pissed to write anytime tonight.

With all the liquor and my slight depression and my wild mood swings.

And my pathetic, gold exploding ball of fluff.

It's going to be a loooong night.

Stay safe and don't talk to strangers.

Or I keel you.